Saturday, 27 December 2014

River foreland by Willem van Toorn


River foreland

Beneath the dyke cow parsley, hogweed, poppies, thistles, the summer rage of stinging-nettles. The landscape of stories. How bottomless the kolk where you should never swim. An other word for a kolk is an eddy. How immense the mythical pike who lives there and your grandfather, as a boy, already saw before. On that side of the dyke the old man lives alone in a crooked house. During high water he puts the chairs on the kitchen table and takes up residence with his children on this side, until the water has dropped.
Willem van Toorn [1935]


Original title: Uiterwaard - From the collection: Dooltuin - 1995 - Em. Querido's Uitgeverij B.V. - Amsterdam

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